In Each of My Visions
I see you in the yearning of early morning's dawn
Your arms outstretched, sheer nightgown on
I see you in the sparkle of the summer's dew
Your lips moist with promise, in their ruby hue
I see you at twilight, as the first star emerges
The scent of your shadow informing my urges
I see you as I lay me down on my pillow
Your presence a comfort, like a weeping willow
In each of my visions do you appear
Though I'd trade every one to see you here
|